Word a Day Poem, 28 January 2020

New Neighbors (parvenu)

We moved into the neighborhood
Shortly after coming into money
It’s wasn’t the lotto
Or a long dead uncle

My mother had been promoted
Opportunity that couldn’t be missed
So the family packed
And away we traveled

A town where the sun was high
Where the neighborhood streets were wide
Avenues lined with trees
Myrtles on the corners

While inviting and kind upon meeting
We soon learned the neighbors were old money
Long held and prestigious
Displayed clearly in act

All we did was marginal
Our parties far too unrefined
Within their formal gaze
We were mere parvenu

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